Arts, Crafts, Music, & Events of Breckinridge County Issue 8, January 2016 | Page 28

“I’ll Wait for You”
By Lois A. Tanner

When I was small, I used to watch my Daddy work and hoe,
Up and down those old tobacco rows he‟d quickly go.
I used to walk in the footprints he would make;
I‟d stretch my short legs with every step I‟d take,
But, I‟d never catch up to Daddy on any given day.
“Come on Son, I‟ll wait for you”, I can still hear Daddy say.
When I got a little older, Daddy taught me how to set the tobacco plants,
But, I never could set as many, following behind in my overall pants.
“Daddy, when will I plant as fast as you? Am I ever going to get my row through?”
Daddy would just shake his head his head and say, “Son, now, I showed you what to do.”
“Just settle down, and do your best. We‟ve just started out our day.
Come on now, I „ll wait for you,” I can still hear my father say.
Somewhere over the years, I got quicker, and Daddy didn‟t move quite so fast;
I guess a boy‟s childhood always ends, and good times never constantly last.
I grew up and far off places began to call to me; it seemed I just had to go.
Boys grow up into men, and changes in the wind always have to blow.
But, as I left home for far away, “Son, from boy into man you quickly grew.”
And, then once more it came, “You know home and I will always wait for you.”